LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO FINESHRINE/PURITY RING

Get a little closer let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
Those arms may be under, under you
I’ll take the south pockets gladly
Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Spreading threads of thunder over me

But I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
On all the edges round you, round you, round you

Get a little closer let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lambs will give me clams over you
Get a little closer let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
Though arms may be under, under you

I’ll take the south pockets likely
Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Spreading threads of thunder over me
Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all its graces through the ṗores
You’d make a fine shrine in me
You’ll build a fine shrine in me

But I must see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
On all the edges round you, round you, round you

Get a little closer let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lambs will give me clams over you
Get a little closer let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
Though arms may be under, under you

ALBUM: SHRINES (2012)

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LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: OBEDEAR/PURITY RING

I came down over the sleeping mountains where
Our white tones plunged into the weeping shelter tower
Our skin up out from the bottom leaves our ankles bare
Don't just wander back and forth and leave it

Build it into pinnacles and shrines of some
Some ghastly predicament in mind you'll find
Leaves us plastered to a bed of hairs
We'll be all coiled up near the bottom with my chest, unbare it

Obedear, the sky is low
Gather up its harm and gods with grateful arms
Obedear, the sky is low
Gather up its harm and gods with grateful arms

Obedear, the sky is low
Watch fluids seem and rid their rudders, oh they'll
Grace it with their wind arrows 'tis in the feathers that
That they branch below, low

Oh my dreams come back to me, back to me, back to
All my wrinkles build on me, build on me, build on

Obedear, the sky is low
Gather up its harm and gods with grateful arms
Obedear, the sky is low
Gather up its harm and gods with grateful arms

ALBUM: SHRINES (2012)

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LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: BELISPEAK/PURITY RING

Grandma, my sleepless know
That you bring me some strong drink
Straighten out the pots and set them close outside
For when my belly
For when my little belly speaks
Grandma, there's air beneath my bed
And it whispers
And it whispers when I rest
With hemmed skirts
And salt and vinegar, vinegar
And water closely
Water closely underhead
Grandma, the water is rising
By now this hair has gotten green
I'll be your swimming fodder starlet
When you walk safely, safely
Over me

Grandma, my hands have wondered
And my legs
My little legs are getting weak
Bed, lend me your wispy frame
And guard my powers
Guard my precious powers in its gate
Grandma, I've been unruly
In my dreams
And with my speech
Drill little holes into my eyelids
That I might see you
That I might see you when I sleep

Grandmother, the water is rising
By now this hair has gotten green
I'll be your swimming fodder starlet
And you walk safely, safely
Over me

I'll be your swimming fodder starlet

ALBUM: BELISPEAK (Split 7” with Braids) (2011)

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